Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 130991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
I rose. “Of course, Your Grace.”
12
When we last left Dina and Sean, the introduction ceremony had finished and everyone enjoyed one of Orro’s sumptuous dinners. Dina reminisced on the complete emotional breakdown the Dominion guests experienced at her parents’ inn when they learned that Caldenia murdered her brother, Kosandion’s father. The dinner ended with Her Grace wanting to have “a word” with Dina. Uh-oh…
“I wish to visit Lady Wexyn.”
Not the word I expected. I had separated us by a soundproof partition, so I could still keep an eye on the diners, and I had to keep my expression calm, while Her Grace turned her back on them probably so they couldn’t read her lips.
“May I ask why?”
“I wish to have a chat.”
Her face told me that the only way to get more would be to honor her request and tag along. Unfortunately, I still had a busy dining hall to babysit.
“One moment.”
I checked the other two dining halls. Sean’s was still half full, but Tony was done, and he was moving my way. A moment and he came around the corner. I dropped the partition and approached him.
“Would you mind looking after this crowd while I run a quick errand?”
He gave me a smile. “That’s what I’m here for.”
“Thank you.” I turned to Caldenia. “I will take you to Lady Wexyn, Your Grace. She may choose to not see you, and as you know, we guard the privacy of our guests.”
“She will see me,” Caldenia said.
And that didn’t sound ominous. Not at all.
We strolled out of the dining hall and back into the Grand ballroom. The sun was setting, and as we walked, the chamber transitioned from day to night, mimicking the sunset at the Capital. The floor and walls began to darken, steadily gaining a blue tint. Astronomical symbols of the Dominion shifted to sunset-orange. On the left side, where the sky dimmed, a faint edge of the purple moon slipped into view, delicate and pale as if cut from tulle. It would grow solid by the time we came back.
Crossing the Grand Ballroom took some time. We passed into a long hallway interrupted by arched floor to ceiling windows showing a projected view of Texas sunset over the never-ending fields.
“You could simply do that thing you do,” Caldenia waved her hand dismissively. “Instead of making us walk all the way.”
“But then how would we clear the air, Your Grace?”
Caldenia rolled her eyes.
“Are the decorations to your liking?”
“They’re adequate. Barely.”
We kept walking. If I had to make this trip longer to accomplish this conversation, I would “do that thing” I did. We would keep walking until both of us said what we had to say.
“You should have told me,” Caldenia said.
“I tried.”
“You should have tried harder.”
Sometimes the best defense is no defense at all. “You’re absolutely right, Your Grace. It’s my fault. I apologize.”
Caldenia glanced at me. If looks could cut, I’d have a big gash right between my eyes.
“Your insincere show of meekness will not pacify me.”
“Of course not.”
Caldenia stopped.
“Are you tired, Your Grace? Would you like a chair to rest in for a moment?”
“The audacity!”
I simply waited.
“I had no idea you had it in you.”
“I didn’t. Not always, but I had a very good teacher.”
Caldenia glared at me. “Yes, you did. And don’t you forget it.”
We resumed walking. She knew perfectly well that to tell her about the Sovereign, I would have had to cross the personal boundaries she had put in place. She would pardon me for respecting her wishes, but she would have never forgiven me for trampling on her freedom.
A part of her must’ve known. The description of the spousal selection had to have sounded familiar, so she must’ve suspected it and made a conscious or subconscious effort to avoid it. Caldenia was both perceptive and introspective. Her mind was as sharp as her teeth.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble this entire affair will bring?”
“Yes.”
“I very much doubt it. You’ve jumped into the whirlpool, and you’re in danger of drowning.”
“If I do drown, would you throw me a rope so I can pull myself out, Your Grace?”
She arched her eyebrows. “Do we have that kind of relationship?”
“That’s up to you, Your Grace.”
I halted. The distant door at the end of the hallway rushed at us and stopped two feet from me.
“If any harm comes to the Sovereign, the Assembly will take my inn. If anything happens to one of the guests on my watch, I may as well surrender the inn, since I wouldn’t deserve it.”
“Are you threatening me with the loss of my safe haven?” Caldenia’s eyes blazed.
“No. You are a guest, Your Grace. My very first one. Your wellbeing and safety are my first priority. I am simply advising you of facts. I hope that when things become dire, you would give me your guidance as you have in the past. Do you still wish to see Lady Wexyn?”